She dried Jenny off, wrapped her in a plush terry robe, led her to bed
and tucked her in. “I’ll bring you some tea. Are you hungry?”

Jenny shook her head. “No. Tea would be nice. Thank you.” This drastic
change in Susan was taking Jenny right off her guard. She licked her
lips and watched as Susan walked away, hips swaying. She didn’t
understand what had happened, Susan was acting very out of sorts. It
was disconcerting for Jenny, but she didn’t question her Mistress.

Susan smiled, turned the bedside lamp down low and slipped out of the
bedroom. As she walked through the living room to the kitchen, she
heard something and spun around to face it, thinking it was Fran. Out
of the shadows, a tall woman stepped forward. Susan’s heart hammered in
her chest, she could feel it beating in every fiber of her being. She
didn’t know her, had never seen her, and yet.

“It is not too late for you,” Windwalker said softly, her voice
familiar, yet hauntingly inhuman as her words found their way to her
ears.

“What? What the ***** are you talking about? Who are you? What are you
doing in my house?” Susan growled, looking around the room for a weapon.

Windwalker’s emerald eyes shone in the dim light. “I need your help.”
Each word punctuated with something that resonated deep in Susan’s soul.

“My help?” Susan laughed dryly. “For what! I don’t know you.” Susan berated her, the chuckle in her voice.

“But you do. In the quiet place of your soul, you do know me. You know
who I am, what I am. But you are only a shadow. A shadow of what you
could become. Of what you could be.” Windwalker stated, her hands in
front of her, open.

“What are you talking about?” Susan reached out for a table lamp and a
wave of cold air swept across her hand. She jerked it back, cocked and
ready.

“Power, Susan. That’s what I speak of. We both have it. But we use it
differently. You love it for its own sake. I love it for what it can do
for others.” She spoke as if she knew her! Susan searched the honest
green eyes. Susan’s jaw clenched, making her jaw pop.

“Great! You break into my house to lecture me about.” Susan began, her anger fading for a moment.